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Schroeder

Originally uploaded by Humid City.

The second in the series of NOLABlogger Parodies is the man(?) who started this photoshop mudfight, Schroeder. People Get Ready, this one is a doozy!

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Silent Night

Silent night, no gunfights,
All is calm, ‘till Twelfth Night
Round the city debris still is piled.
Our politicians still should be reviled,
Christmas will come anyway.
Christmas will come anyway.

Silent night, times are tight,
Neighbors still living in the blight,
Friends are scattered both here and afar,
Nagin gave us a Recovery Czar;
Waiting on the Road Home!
Waiting on the Road Home!

Silent night, hope ignite,
We’ll survive, though times are tight
New Orle-ans shall be reborn,
While our leaders keep earning our scorn,
Running the long paper chase.
Running the long paper chase.

By George “Loki” Williams copyright 2006

Since you readers seem to be gluttons for punishment I am going to try to cough up one of these each day between now and Xmas. I’ll be waiting for th hate mail…

Rummy Boy
To the tune of Little Drummer Boy

Wait they told me, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
Assistance will arrive, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We will rebuild the Gulf, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We’ll make the city sing, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
But corruption ruled dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Pass me the rum.

Oh New Orleans, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
This fate is not for you da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We have no leadership, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
There’s no one at the wheel da dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
We will do it ourselves, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Where is the rum?

Now it is Christmas, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
Friends scattered everywhere, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
We will do with what we have, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
I raise my glass to them, da dumb dumb dumb dumb,
dumb dumb dumb dumb, dumb dumb dumb dumb,
I hope they”ll be home soon, da dumb dumb dumb dumb
Me and my rum

By George “Loki” Williams
copyright 2006

Gather round the propane boys and girls, Loki has a holiday bedtime story to share:

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blogs
We hid from the rain, falling like cats and dogs;
The stockings were hung in the trailers with care,
In hopes a Road Home check soon would be there;
GBitch was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of levees danced in Adrastos head;
Maitri in her sari, mind like a steel trap,
And Ray in New Orleans, enduring more crap,
When out on da po’ blog there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my laptop to join in the chatter.
Away to my Windows I flew like a flash,
But a Blue Screen of Death caused my laptop to crash.
The moon in the puddles of new-fallen rain
Showed American Zombie out placing more blame,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Poppy Z. Brite (she was pounding a beer),
There was dear little Sophmom, so lively and quick,
Standing in because FEMA had detained St. Nick
More rapid than ScoutPrime her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Alan! now, Ashley! now, Gentilly Girl!
On, Ernie! on, Blagueur! on, Slate (there’s my girl!)
I saw Mr Bingle he was at the town hall!
Now blog away! blog away! blog away all!”
As the waters that after the levee’s break flow,
(The Corps was responsible, everyone knows!);
And up to the rubble the coursers they swam,
With a wounded Greg Peters, he still is The Man!.
Yat Pundit and Becky, I heard on the roof
While Dangerblond carolled and acted the goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Into my door Oyster came with a bound.
He had Lisa wih him, his wife Lovely as well,
Pearlgirl was cute as a snail in its shell:
“People Get Ready, for its the Third Battle,
Read Nation of Morons, it disects the prattle!”
His glasses — they twinkled! his bottle how merry!
He filled, added Rox, and he dropped in a cherry!
“Its our Moldy City and I’ll never move
Theres nothing quite like the Home of the Groove!”
Then in came Mike Homan with a jug of sweet tea,,
And then Jeffrey joined us fresh from library;
We had jambalaya and good pepper jelly,
We ignored the mold, even though it was smelly.
Though the National Guard through our streets still do roam,
The Saints have been winning at the Superdome!
Its Post K New Orleans and there’s a lot that looks grim,
But we’re real New Orleanians and know how to swim;
We’ll rebuild our city, we’ll put in the work,
Despite C Ray Nagin and that “Dolla’ Bill” jerk,
Our Blue Tarp Buffet, it tickled my nose,
our new blogger friends have all lightened our woes;
They took a few pics, which we posted to flikr,
And they hopped in a car with a “Fix The Pumps,” sticker,
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas New Orleans, now keep up the fight!”

EDIT: Check out Kelcrow7’s offering from last year! It’s kicks!

EDIT 2:If you wish to repost feel free, all I ask is notification and that you include the following at the end: Writtten by George “Loki” Williams Reprinted from http://humidcity.com/2006/12/21/the-blog-before-christmas/

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Originally uploaded by Humid City.

C.O.G. Ten Years

More to Come

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